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The lack of her grandpa was beginning to become the norm. Instead of waking up, thinking that he would be there, Adelle woke up knowing that she would be in her room alone. The smell of the family that had taken her in filled her coat. She left the house silently, moving onto her training. She didn't get very far today. Restless Adelle paced at the edge of the sparring ring. It was always the same, a cycle that repeated itself pointlessly.
Well, not today. Snorting at the ring Adelle turned away, trotting off. It was time for her to take a break. She was always training, working to become a better warrior. It showed in her physique, thick muscles bounding her frame. The secui dog ran out past the pack, breaking into a long lope that carried her far. Bushes crashed as she pounded through. The noise in her wake was surprisingly quiet, having finally grown into the grace of an adult as she moved, joy in her eyes.